"Aunt, waaaaah, cousin, waaaah..."
"Xi'er, don't cry, don't cry, I'll go and call them back."
Seeing Song Lingxi's tears streaming down her face, Xiao Jin was extremely anxious and even became flustered.
No amount of comforting could help, because Song Lingxi believed she was dreaming, having an incredibly real dream, and was trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't escape.
Until he shouted, "Li Peicong, bring Li and her son back to me!"
When Eunuch Li actually brought the person back, Song Lingxi was stunned and stopped crying.
Seeing that Li Xiuxiu was really struggling to hold on, Xiao Jin ordered someone to bring her a chair before he helped Song Lingxi up, his tone tinged with reproach.
"Why do you cry so much? I can't stop you. If you keep crying, your body won't be able to take it."
"Yes, Your Majesty, you have two bodies, how can you not take good care of yourself?"
Li Xiuxiu said with a hint of disappointment, she only hated that her body was not up to par and that she had made Lingxi worry, which made her feel ashamed and guilty.
"Aunt, are you alright? And cousin, are you alive and well too?"
Song Lingxi looked them over from left to right, scrutinizing them thoroughly. When she realized they were indeed living, breathing people, tears welled up in her eyes, and she gripped Xiao Jin's sleeve tightly.
"Your Majesty, I... I'm not dreaming?"
Xiao Jin took the damp handkerchief handed to her by Eunuch Li and carefully wiped away her tears, leaving no corner untouched.
As Yi Changfeng watched this scene, his hand, which had just been raised involuntarily, fell silently again. Only Eunuch Li noticed this.
Eunuch Li shook his head inwardly. Another infatuated man. It's a pity that his own Consort has the Emperor protecting her; no one can snatch her away from the Emperor.
I only hope that Young Master Yi can control his heart and not let the Emperor see through his scheme, otherwise, he might end up like Young Master Xie.
However, if people's hearts were so easy to control, there wouldn't be so many people who are misplaced in their affections; everything is a matter of individual fate.
...
Song Lingxi was puzzled by their repeated mentions of her twin bodies. What did they mean by that?
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with my health?"
She tilted her little head up, shook Xiao Jin's hand, and asked with some confusion, her big, eager eyes blinking, which melted Xiao Jin's heart.
However, this was truly an unexpected delight. As if he had thought of something, Xiao Jin's handsome face, which was usually expressionless, showed a genuine smile for once.
"Xi'er, you're pregnant! We're going to have a little prince and a little princess."
Xiao Jin had previously been averse to women, and had long accepted the fact that she would never have any children of her own, which she thought she didn't care about.
But now, he not only has a beloved person, but also his own offspring, with a miraculous little life growing here.
His large hand touched Song Lingxi's lower abdomen, and suddenly a thought struck him: there was now another family member in the world whom he could not bear to part with, his bloodline with Xi'er.
Xiao Jin couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes, but his usual cold and hard nature made him hold them back, so that no one could see the turmoil in his heart.
He secretly resolved that, regardless of whether the child was a boy or a girl, he would raise him to be the next emperor, teaching him how to govern the country, how to manage his subordinates, and how to rule the world.
Song Lingxi stretched out her little hand and imitated her, placing it on her stomach with a somewhat bewildered tone.
"Your Majesty, are you saying that I am going to be a mother?"
Forgive her, this wild child. She struggled to grow up in the Song family since she was a child. She never experienced maternal love and had no idea how her mother taught her children.
Therefore, Song Lingxi suddenly felt a little scared. She didn't believe she could be a good mother, and even her tone was somewhat uneasy.
"I'm afraid I won't do well, and he might not like me."
"Of course not, I can teach him well. I'll take care of everything, Xi'er, don't be afraid."
Xiao Jin, being the kind of person he was, naturally saw through Song Lingxi's inner fear. He quickly comforted her, and regardless of whether there were any outsiders present, he held her in his arms and spoke softly.
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